12-30-2020, 11:24 AM
FIRE AND "BRYMSTONE"
What a marvel, their ships had made it and touched land. They had sailed the seas before but now they were upon a conquest. One in which would make others remember them. He knew it was underhanded, to watch these two groups attack each other mercilessly and not life a paw to help either side. Yes. Yes. He did not know them though and would not risk his Ironfolk for them. But the goods that laid unprotected were something he could find himself indulging in. Their hatred for one another would be the unraveling for another. Stepping onto the lands, smoke wraith from his paws, sand twisting and screeching at the heat that he brought with him. He had never even here but he followed Vale. Trusted them. A small chuckle left the freak's jaws as as bone popped and rattled. His eyes ever unblinking watching the temple doors as they parted for them. Yet someone had showed up. Someone who could very likely be on their death bed.
"We could...play with him." Smoke slowly issuing forth from between bone stained teeth. A strange glow of red and orange peeking through as those bone jaws parted slowly. Like sludge the lava came, dripping from his throat and spilling onto the ground. He was eager, he had not had a fight in a while. The Dragon wanted blood. Perhaps that was his years of torment talking, having to prove himself. What did it matter that he took it out on some poor stranger he had yet to even get to know. The mere fact that he choose to stand in their way as enough for the King. The vertebrae of his fleshless scorpion tail rattled, raising from the ground and coiling, twisting before he suddenly moved forward or it appeared he had moved. For the beast had mocked the strike and instead aimed to stab his poisonous stinger into [member=11389]michael t.[/member] back. If that worked it would spread like a fire, setting his nerves alight with exquisite pain to make him writhe on the ground. "Chernabog, Dylluan please begin taking and filling our ships."
"We could...play with him." Smoke slowly issuing forth from between bone stained teeth. A strange glow of red and orange peeking through as those bone jaws parted slowly. Like sludge the lava came, dripping from his throat and spilling onto the ground. He was eager, he had not had a fight in a while. The Dragon wanted blood. Perhaps that was his years of torment talking, having to prove himself. What did it matter that he took it out on some poor stranger he had yet to even get to know. The mere fact that he choose to stand in their way as enough for the King. The vertebrae of his fleshless scorpion tail rattled, raising from the ground and coiling, twisting before he suddenly moved forward or it appeared he had moved. For the beast had mocked the strike and instead aimed to stab his poisonous stinger into [member=11389]michael t.[/member] back. If that worked it would spread like a fire, setting his nerves alight with exquisite pain to make him writhe on the ground. "Chernabog, Dylluan please begin taking and filling our ships."
AND I'M BACK TO MY WAYS, CAUSE I'M HEARTLESS
SEVEN YEARS I BEEN SWIMMING WITH THE SHARKS NOW
SEVEN YEARS I BEEN SWIMMING WITH THE SHARKS NOW